Synopsis: Sombra and Mccree meet in a bar on Christmas, and for some reason, stay in touch long after their attempt at banishing loneliness passes. As Sombra becomes a full-fledged member of Talon, and Mccree answers the overwatch recall, they find themselves on different sides of the war, and yet, their lingering attraction doesn’t go away. As they fall deeper into their illicit relationship, each tries to sway the other into joining their side. In a battle of wills, who’s will win?
Chapter 1:
Sombra stares at her glass and wonders if wishing another glass of whiskey into existence is possible. It’s Christmas eve, and all of the tourists and fuckboys and ridiculous men who would normally supply her with a steady reserve of alcohol of her choice are gone; either back in the States, or in their hotel rooms, playing the role of a good, Christian father and husband to their neglected families. Good for them, not good for her. Coming back to Dorado is always a risk, one that Reaper continually tells her to stop taking, but it’s had to deny the homesickness that overtakes her when the holidays swing around once more. Besides, she’s smart enough to know how to keep people off her tail, and unfortunately, that means only spending physical money, of which she’d only brought a limited amount, rather than using her considerable horde of cryptocurrency. Who knew that five grand wouldn’t be enough for a week in her hometown? Not her, for sure.
Sombra sighs, and sits up. She’s lucky that she remembered to pay at the beginning of her trip, otherwise, she wouldn’t have had any money to pay for her room tonight. She’s spent the last of it here, in this dinky little bar on cheap whisky, which hasn’t even done its job of making her too drunk to remember that it’s Christmas and that she’s alone. She’d better head back to her room while her tab is still balanced. Maybe in the morning she can call in some favors from some of her old Los Muertos associates, and get enough cash to hold her over until the end of her trip.
As she stands and stretches, her tunic shifting to reveal a thin band of her stomach to the warm, bar air, the door chimes, and a cowboy saunters in.
One less Lonely Night Ch.1
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